Lonely, Impatient, and a Bit Insecure (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 8

Found some time to write, and I wrote a bit more for you guys :) I hope you enjoy this chapter.. But you probably won't. THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 2K READS ILY ALL. And thank you for those new people who commented, it was nice :)  This ones dedicated to @CarrotCupcakes because her comment was awesome :) OKAY READ ENJOY VOTE COMMENT ILY

Louis drove into his driveway, full of courage to talk to Jake and end their horrible relationship for good.

He parked the car and walked to the front door, and unlocked it before swinging it open and waltzing in. He looked around in the eerily silent house, wondering where Jake was. He wanted to get this over with. “Jake? I’m home.” He called, toeing off his shoes before walking into the living room.

He saw Jake passed out on the couch, probably from another round of drinking at the bar with his friends. He sighed and shook his shoulder until he woke up, looking extremely grumpy and upset. “What the hell do you want?” Jake spat, sitting up. Hungover Jake was always very irritable, well more irritable that the regular Jake.

“We have to talk.” Louis said, and watched Jake stand up. He was a great deal taller than himself, but he wasn’t going to let Jake intimidate him out of this.

“Where were you last night?” Jake asked before he could bring anything up, his eyes going narrow. Louis frowned and stepped back a little, because Jake’s closeness was making him nervous. “No, get the fuck over here.” Jake growled, grabbing a handful of his jacket and pulling him forward. “Why do you smell like someone else?!” He said, blood rushing to fill his face, making him look even more scary.

Louis started shaking and he tried to mutter out an excuse, but before he could, Jake let out a scream and shoved him to the ground. “You were with that fag from the coffee shop again, weren’t you?” He yelled down at him, and Louis couldn’t even answer. All of his courage from a few minutes earlier was gone, and now he was just filled with fear.

“You’re going to pay Tomlinson, you’re going to pay for betraying me!” Jake exclaimed, and then stormed off to the kitchen. Louis scrambled up from where he sat, and made a run for the door.

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Harry woke up to the shy morning sun shining through his window, and right on his face. He opened his eyes and groaned at the bright before rolling over sideways into his pillow.

He was met by a piece of paper instead of his beloved Louis. He opened his eyes and read the note, a smile slowing taking over his face. It just said how much fun he’d had the night before, and how much he loved him. It made up for him not being there, because he knew Louis had places to be. Things to do. Confronting Jake, like he promised.

He got up and showered, washing all of the precious memories of his first time off of him. He was still filled with such great happiness, because just a few short months earlier he’d been a lonely blogger scouring the internet for this man in the back of a coffee shop, and now he was with him. How could he not be overtaken by his happiness?

He hopped out of the shower and dried himself off. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked back into his room, and saw Louis’ grey jumper sitting on his carpet. He picked it up and smiled, pulling it over his bare arms. It was warm and smelled just like Louis.

He finished getting dressed and then danced happily down the stairs to make himself breakfast. As he sat and ate his scrambled eggs, he thought about Louis confronting Jake again. He was horribly scared for him, but he knew Louis could do it. He’d just say they were over and then come back to him.

After he finished cleaning his dishes, he plopped down on his sofa and pulled out his phone. He called Louis to ask him how it went with Jake, because he’d surely be done by now, right? But it went right to voicemail, and his text messages after that went unanswered.